NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is my application to the TGC
Scenario: City Fight Carnage, similar to Stalingrad in WW2.

Factions: My humble skaven shall be the attackers, using Russian tactics; opposition will be Germans holding a city block.

Map: Will you make it Gronde? Or do you want me to?

Forces + equipment:
500 Skaven slaves, no “standard equipment”(IOW, unarmed)
150 Clanrats, AK-47s, and 30 squad weapons total (15 Warp fire throwers, 15 Panzer Faust 3s)
50 Stormvermin, AK-74s, 10 squad weapons total (5 Warp fire Throwers, 5 Panzer Faust 3s)
1 Crusader mobile artillery (enough fuel for 20 miles, 23 shells, 700 rounds for 7.62 machine gun)
2 MK2 Revenants (These supplies are added together, enough fuel for 57 miles, 60 shells, 2,000 rounds for 7.62 machine gun, 26 mortar rounds)
2 M777 Howitzers (20 rounds each)

Commander: Rattissar (commissar) Kwitch

Enemy Forces: I assume Gronde will RP them, if not, then….I don’t know what.

Battlefield:
_______ ______
Factory l l Large l l My
l l Open l l Fortified
_______ l Plaza l l Territory
Summary: The council of thirteen has ordered the city called (insert name) to be captured, so the skaven can make use of the heavily industrialized sector located in/near the city. Casualties have been costly on both sides, and fresh troops have been brought in to make a crushing blow. (this RP takes place) On the flank of one such assault, the over all Grey Seer has selected a munitions factory to be captured, as enemy troops have been moving in artillery to pound the offense. Kwitch has been given the “honor” of leading this assault. Most of Kwitch’s tanks and men had been diverted, but what was left should be enough, if not, close by crusader artillery would aid in the form of destroying the entire area (including the skaven position) to ensure a solid victory.

IC:
A scarred, gray skaven stood on an elevated pile of rubble, facing the massed ranks of the under empire’s soldiers, his back towards the enemy-held factory, in between that, the “plaza of death”.

“Great warriors of the horned rat-rat, he has dictated that we go and crush the man-things in one-one of their surface-buildings, great plunder is to be had-had if you are victorious, slaves, you shall be free-free if you fight and live, so I ask of all of you, fight with a fury not seen-seen before, take not one enemy alive, dance in-in their corpses, feast upon their entrails, and-and bring glory to the horned one”

Cheers rose from the mass as the skaven were swept up by the rattissar’s speech.

“Come slaves, your freedom beckons to you” He started to motion across at the factory, before he was finished, all 500 slaves were rushing to kill the enemy, all were eager for the promise of freedom.
Excellent, just let the enemies expend his ammunition on them, when they are depleted, the real soldiers will attack.

About 20 meters from the skaven line in the plaza, a wall consisting of bodies 3 deep and many wider prevented an obstacle. Blinded from their hope and anger, the slaves just stumbled over the decaying bodies, many were comrades whom they were talking to yesterday, and not one failed to notice that this was the optimum range for machine gun fire.

That is, until the (insert oppositions name, Germans, Terrorists, Americans, whatever) opened up with their deadly weapons. One of the machine gun nests, located in a window, found the right level for firing, it’s rounds punctured throat after throat.

The skaven were dieing in droves, but still they pressed on, the few with weapons were targeted first, and quickly killed. Here and their, one slave would stop and pick up a dead (or dying, sometimes even living) comrade, and use him (or her) as a shield from enemy fire, but that didn’t help, as the rounds just penetrated the bodies and ripped apart the slave. Some turned to flee, but the machine gun carried by Kwitch cut them down.

All over a couple hundred fresh corpses were added, the few remaining slaves turned tail and ran.

Using a loud speaker, Kwitch tried to stop their retreat, “Deserters will be shot, no mercy for cowards…FIRE”

The stormvermin bodyguard leveled their AK’s and whittled down the “deserters”, the last falling with a smoking hole in his face, many grinned while doing this, all these corpses ment extra rations afterwards.

Kwitch also knew that, but he still remembered there time shortage.
“Howitzers, shell those machine gun nests while they advance”

Swift, crisp “Yes, comrade rattisar” came from the warlock engineers over seeing the crew.

If the damned artillery and infantry can't win, then I will feast well on their entrails.“Armor, if the assault fails, let not one deserter live”

The fangleaders crewing the tanks nodded in acknowledgement.

Kwitch was trying to get the most rage out of them. Perhaps an inspiring yell should help, or maybe some bullets in the back.
“Now infantry, KILL THE NON-FURRED”

Seeing the massacre of 500 slaves had somehow unnerved them. (as slaves are lower than scum in skaven society, but since they were killed so easily, might make them think) They were advancing cautiously, too slowly, the artillery barrage could come any second now.

Taking an AK-74 he opened fire into the rear of the clanrats
“GET MOVING”

9 had succumbed to the “motivation effort”, and it worked.
The massive group of skaven began rushing towards the enemy, firing AK’s at an impossible distance, several guns malfunctioned and made green blosoms. Some were shot in the back as the rear skaven opened up. Others were deliberetley killed for a better weapon or a piece of some shiny metal.

OOC:Well, this isn't as good as some other posts of mine(as there were many unknowns, and it wasn't already setup), but Gronde knows me and my general RP skills.(sadley, Gronde was future tech, not modern) But if you haven't rejected anyone yet, I think I will be most eligable.

OOC: This seems smallish. If Gronde doesn't reply soon might I rp the (Obviously) Germans? The NAS is currently modern-going-on-future, but still in the early stages. I'd field two companies (100 men and an IFV troop {4 Pkfw A44's} in each) seeing as they're SS Stormtroopers.

OOC:Sure, just remember, that major offensives are going on somewhere else(hence the lack of skaven forces being in the 1,000s).

Or maybe Gronde would let you RP a squad or something(as this is my application to him, or are you already in the TGC, because if you are, I guess it would be perfectley okay)

OOC: D***, I'm too impatient, if your in the TGC, please for the love of god take over the "germans"(I never stated what they were, just that it was simailar to stalingrad-fighting)

OOC: Oh, arse to the TGC. If you want to get in, and I assume they'll judge it on how well you rp, they don't really need be directly involved.

IC: "Every able man to his post, now!" came the crackling voice of Älter Hauptsturmführer Hershe over the microbead, "Fire at will!"

Gunfire erupted from the NAS positions, flaying the rat-things scrambling towards them. Desperation brought on by hunger and fear drove the creatures forwards, a few even engaging the Stormtroopers in combat. Bayonets, fists and gun butts came thudding down on the rabid mutants, driving them back, but not without cost. A few were dragged down to be mobbed, their broken bodies a dusty black among the blood-encrusted fur.

"Reload" commanded Hershe, "We're not through this yet!"

OOC: Call it 3 dead, with 9 a bit concussed. So far...

OOC:Excellent, I'm taking casulties
(off topic) It has been a long time since I've RP-ed with you NAS, still under commie control?

IC:
Kwitch was surveying this carnage, ordinarily, these casulties would be light, but under the time limit, it was unaccaptable.

"Revenant 1, get-get them, get them, crush all-all beneath your treads"
At least it should crash through the wall, thus forming a breach for those idiot warriors to pour through.

The massive tank's treads dug into the dirt and lurched foreward, producing a whineing sound of rusted metal. All covering its hull were slaves, be they alive or not, they were strapped to the hull to provide a shield(a small one, it would slow down rounds a little) over its already considerable armor. But this meant a bad side too, but speed is not very essential in rubble.

It started crushing the matt of dead bodies(the same wall from the beginning), when it sighted on a group of eighteen clanrats in close quarters battle with the german.

"1 meter to the left.....Fire"

A muffled thwack preceded the solid BOOM, blasting into the building(I'll let you decide what damage is caused and what/if any losses are taken), turning the surronding skaven into pulp.

This was causeing some doubt in the clanrats, with fully a fifth dead, some turned tail and ran.

Kwitch pointed at a jezzail(a high powered sniper rifle)-wielding stormvermin, "You, give me that weapon"
Unsure if he was about to die, he tossed it. With a practiced snatch, he scoped on the head of one of the deserters.

"Deserters will be executed for the horned rat, turn back now or join the dead"
Before he even finished his sentance he fired, killing the skaven instantley, this caused the other 13 to crouch.
"NO MERCY FOR COWARDS"
Methodically, the 2nd revenant worked its way left and right, turning the "deserters" into the equivalent of hamburger meat.

Kwitch marched through the mud back into the rear, to the artillery.
"You damned artillery, fire upon that building, but try not to hit the inside"
To get his point across, he shot one of the crew man.

"NOW, hurry up"
Once again, the rattisar's motivation techniques got the skaven going.

Quickley the two howitzers cranked into a fireing position, and let loose.....

(@ factory)
The fighting was desperate(for both sides I guess), the germans were killing up to three clanrats for every one of them, but others fought like madmen and killed dozens. While some clanrats fired into the enemies face no more than a foot away. Blood flowed from windows, soaking piles of corpses outside any feasible entrance.....

Loses:
All slaves dead
127 Clanrats
1 artillery crew man

OOC: I gave that up because I was banned from the PC fer over 2 weeks. I basically lost all grip on rp's. I just say that the Nazis are back, having re-instated the government, and stepped up production of the SS Stormtroopers. They're gonna be the entire army, but that's been limited to 15mil, even though with a 0.7% military I can field just over 35 million.

Missiles scythed from the breach as the war machine rolled forwards, crushing the dead and wounded. It's cannon fired again, ripping through a section of wall. It kept on course for the breach, as if determined to ram it.

Hershe grabbed a length of iron from the rubble and sped towards the tank from it's left.

"You there!" he bellowed, pointing to a trooper taking cover, "On me!"

They leapt from a window to the ground below, the shock-absorbers on their legs taking the impact. They sprinted to the tank.

"Give me a leg up, boy"

Hershe scrambled towards the turret hatch, grabbing at the opening mechanism. He heaved it round, inch by inch. A spray of bullets ricoched from the hull, one clipping his leg. Hershe shouted in pain, but the adrenalin kept him focused. Once the hatch was unlocked he jammed the iron bar through the gap to lever it open, before spraying the inside with his UMP.
Another round impacted on his shoulder, and the gun fell to the ground. Hershe pulled the pins from a pair of grenades and threw them down.
Frantically he rolled from the tank, falling painfully beside the twisted corpse of the man who'd assisted him.
A dull thump cut through all the other noise, and Hershe knew the grenades had detonated. He lay exhausted in the mud until the shooting died down, then drifted into unconciousness.

OOC: Damn. I felt horrible typing that. It was crap. I hate one-man armies.
Losses;

Dead: 24
Wounded: 116
Badly Wounded: 14

BW is as good as dead.

This looks fine. I went to sleep before checking if you had made it yet. NAS can RP the germans. I will watch and give comments.

OOC:
@NAS
What do you mean "BW is as good as dead."?

Also, don't feel bad, I go through that too(although permanetley), but sometimes I get on throughout the week.

IC:
The hatch lifted open on the revenant.
"Shoot that damn clanrat in the face, they can..."
The UMP tore the Skyre adept to pieces.
All the warlock engineer could do was stare in shock.

Thunk-thunk, the sound of their doom.

"S***, GET OUT MY WAY"
He shot one of the escaping adepts, while others in the tank were pulling him back so they could get out.....

Kwitch winced at the muffled thumps of the grenades, then seen a good side.
At least the chassis is still intact
Pointing at the fangleader he gave the order for his bodyguard to advance.
"Stormvermin, foreward march"

Methodical movement followed, nowhere related to the clanrats dash. The Platoon's special weapons teams advanced on the flanks, making use of all cover, be it rubble piles, bodies, or fellow stormvermin.

"Revenant, move with us on the right, you four" He said, first talking to the tank, then to four unlucky stormvermin, "Ride on that tank, prevent what happened to the last one"

"Howitzers, continue fire"
The crew was standing around, not doing...anything....

"I am sorry rattisar, the howitzers have overheated, and we lack water"

Using his warplock pistol, he aimed at a quivering slave and fired.
"There, use his blood to cool the barrel"

The warlock engineer saluted "Yes comrade rattisar"

@Factory
The revenant slewed to halt just a few yards from the wall, this seemed to make moral plummet, as it was so close.
But then, the clanrats special weapons finally began fireing.

At one window that had a stack of twenty dead, a green flame was let loose by a team, immolating anything near the window.

Other areas, like doors and such, teams of two with panzerfausts opened up with their weapon.

Most clanrats were out of ammunition, and reverted to animalistic behavior, others picked up the enemies weapon and opened fire.

OOC:
Dead(not from before, new dead):
78 Clanrats
1 Tank(with all crew)
1 Artillery crew man

ooc> THR: Right now, I would say that you are at a 30.

The Stormtrooper snapped to attention, dislodging a layer of grey dust, "Älter Hauptsturmführer Hershe has been found, herr Siegfried, but is in no condition to fight"

"Damn" mumbled Hauptsturmführer Siegfried, the new CO, "I wasn't trained for this"

"Your orders, herr Siegfried?" prompted the trooper.

"Of course...Organise a platoon to recover ammunition from the dead, and another to stack the enemy corpses around the top of the breach. I want to be ready if they try again"

"Jawohl"

OOC:
Dead: 13
Wounded: Most everyone
Badly Wounded: 9

OOC:
@Gronde: Uh-oh :( .....
@NAS: *grumble* stupid stormtroopers :mad: ......
IC:
@ Factory
This time, the enemy that just refused to retreat broke the rattisar's hold over the clanrats.
"Retreat comrades"
"Fall back-back"
All along the factory the skaven retreated, some were shot on the way, most were speeding across the courtyard when they ran into Kwitch and his bodyguard.....

Kwitch seen them retreat, but more importantly, his information officer reported that the main assault was slowing down, which meant that the artillery was tied up.
Those worthless wretches will be used as food stuffs, but for now, they have a purpose.

Waltzing towards the retreating clanrats, he began shouting.
"Soldiers of the-the under empire, hold"
The out and out retreat now slowed to a jog, as others stopped and took defensive positions.
"We beat the nazis before, it-it can be done again, but you must fight"
Most of the clanrats had stopped retreating, but a few kept rushing, and plowed into the stormvermin. About half way through the unit, the still retreating skaven were shot.
"Quickly, make fortifications, let-let your comrades help you one last time"
This order was for all present, everywhere teams of clanrats and stormvermin carted bodies to the front and made a wall, others carted rubble over and piled it on top.
Soon a "wall" 3 feet thick was in place, it was only 60 yards from the skaven lines, but that was three fourths of the courtyard.

Kwitch pointed at the warlock engineer in charge of artillery.
"Get the artillery up here, maybe-maybe they will hit something now"

The pieces were on cart (the thing where it can attach to a vehicle), which would prove easy movement. If this terrain was flat.
"Slaves, over here, quick-quick" The warlock engineer was pointing in front of a bunch of craters.
"The horned rat thanks you for your service"
He lifted an AK-74 and shot all 27.
"You guys-guys, fill the craters with these bodies"
He pointed from a cluster of clanrats to the bodies.

@ New skaven lines(the newly set up wall)
A black garbed figure slithered, somehow unseen, through kwitch's bodyguard.
"Rattisar Kwitch, our re-supplying efforts have been successful, we have gotten five revenants, seven leopards(Ironic, a German tank being used against Germans), and enough supplies to keep a battalion going"
Kwitch's scarred face twisted into a smile, "Excellent, your gutter runners certainly earned their fee"

The gutter runner snatched the chunk of warpstone and disappeared just as quickly as he appeared.

"Fangleader, get in here"
A black armored stormvermin stooped over to get in, "Yes comrade rattisar"?

"Make sure the scum are ready for an assault tomorrow"

OOC: I'm not sure when I can get on again, but I'll try

OOC: Casualties for the artillery firing during the night:
Dead: 3
Badly Wounded: 22

IC: During the night, the clanking and spluttering of the Skaven tanks could be heard in between the exploding artillery shells. Hauptsturmführer Siegfried ordered groups of Stormtroopers, some armed with Panzerschreck '04's, to find places hidden from the Skaven positions amongst the rubble, in preperation for the anticipated assault. Once the Skaven had advanced past them, they would open fire, catching the ratmen between a rock and a hard place-with-lots-of-Stormtroopers-hidden-in-it.
Also, the eight IFV's supporting the NAS force were ordered to make a wide pass around the combat zone, and to encircle the Skaven troops. Once comitted to the attack, their headquarters would be vulnerable...

OOC: Casualties for the artillery firing during the night:
Dead: 3
Badly Wounded: 22

IC: During the night, the clanking and spluttering of the Skaven tanks could be heard in between the exploding artillery shells. Hauptsturmführer Siegfried ordered groups of Stormtroopers, some armed with Panzerschreck '04's, to find places hidden from the Skaven positions amongst the rubble, in preperation for the anticipated assault. Once the Skaven had advanced past them, they would open fire, catching the ratmen between a rock and a hard place-with-lots-of-Stormtroopers-hidden-in-it.
Also, the eight IFV's supporting the NAS force were ordered to make a wide pass around the combat zone, and to encircle the Skaven troops. Once comitted to the attack, their headquarters would be vulnerable...
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OOC: Excellent, heavy casualties (for my side)
BTW, which side are you going to whip around, the left side would put you in the midst of a skaven horde, the right would be relatively open*

*There would be stragglers, but no super unified force (it would be a lot like the end of Saving Private Ryan, only more disorganized)

IC:
During the night, several skaven had set up a field of…bodies.
Come daytime, the entire battlefield would be a carpet of corpses. What this did is effectively provide a flat surface for the tanks.

@An hour or so before dawn
Several green circles were at the skaven HQ, these were made by a type of warpstone-goggles.
Rattissar Kwitch had been watching the slave’s activity for the past hour, often executing some to provide more resources. Often he’d see a glimpse of something (your stormtroopers), but he acknowledged them as scavengers or medics.

He put the goggles down, getting irritated by the green haze it gave everything, he turned back to his command section.
“Fangleader, how soon till sunrise”?

The black-armored skaven was virtually invisible, “Almost fifteen minutes comrade rattisar”

Excellent, not long now, not long at all, and then the final assault shall begin
“Black Skaven (sergeant rank for Gutter Runner) Tiskitt, how many men have you…convinced to help”?

The previously hidden skaven smiled, “We were quite busy this night, we have managed to liberate almost 800 slaves, and one more revenant”

The rattisar was taken back somewhat, Wow, this will easily provide me with what I need.
“How many have weaponry”

“Nearly half my comrade, I take it we shall be paid extra”

That seemed to diminish the accomplishment a little, Why you little scum, I’ll make sure to hunt you down later.

“Why of course, now, if you want even more money, try to divert more men here soon”

“Yes comrade rattisar”
With this, the shadows consumed the Black Skaven again.

The Fangleader spoke up, “Your going to kill him, aren’t you”?
A smirk was one his face as he said this.

“Yes I am, he is contradicting the Horned Rat’s master plan”

“You mean your plan”

“Whatever, that comment could be treason Fangleader”
With that threat, the dispute was over.

OOC:This is like half a post, please wait for more

OOC: Lucky me. I had imagined it in my head that they'd go around the right, good thing too. That's my right, btw. If you meant that the horde is on your left, then I think they'd retreat from entrenched infantry seeing as they're only IFVs.
I imagined that artillery firing at a concrete building would cause more wounds than deaths, seeing as there's a lot of concrete in the way. I dunno, they get hit by shrapnel and things.
Oh yeah, the remains of Älter Hauptsturmführer Hershe's Company will be defending the building, whilst Hauptsturmführer Siegfried's Company are deployed amongst the rubble. Both officers are with their units, and Hershe is feeling a bit better now, though will not be fighting, only telling a Sergeant what to shout at people due to having a bit of a dodgy leg and not being in the mood for it himself.

Remaining Numbers:
Hershe's Company: 56/100 men, 4 A44's, 21 Badly Wounded men
Siegfried's Company: 61/100 men, 4 A44's, 22 Badly Wounded men

ooc> hmm, if he doesn't post today, then he may not post until monday.
Current score: 34.

OOC: Uh-oh, your right? Then that would be my left. I think I misread that, I think you said they're coming from your left(right *wink-wink*).
This skaven assault will be the last, normally it would either mean my victory, or my loss, but during this tiny scenario, and Squeaking Horde Warlord Snikkit's guarantee the enemy won't hold this area, this will end in my victory, or my "victory".(I just shell the entire place until nothing is left)

IC:
Rattissar Kwitch knew this was the end, who’s end though, he was unsure. The remaining hours had been spent scrounging up supplies and more volunteers. The masses of skaven all huddled together, while stragglers were killed and eaten by stormvermin and others. Three more clanking Panthers and another Revenant rolled into position. But now, the sun began creeping over the crest, shining its bright beams upon the factory, whether marking them for a glorious defense, or a massacre, that would be decided.

OOC:
Essentially
(map below)
Factory

Forward Skaven lines


Skaven lines
(Map above)
Two groups of 2 Revenants and 2 MA2 Panthers are on the left and right flank, the other 6 revenants are in the middle, the other 8 Panthers are also in the middle. Two groups of 200 slaves and 100 Clanrats are on the flanks, 600 slaves, 100 Clanrats, and 50 Stormvermin will be in the center. The artillery has overheated (except for crusader), the crusader is going in the assault in the center, being used as a siege gun.(like a devastator if you play WH40K) Kwitch will be slipping in and out after the battle starts, mainly figuring out a safe route of escape for himself.

IC:
Kwitch had personally debated the positioning of the forces with his Fangleader. He pointed out that an arrow assault, if successful, would tear the heart of the defense out, and also separate the nazis. Since the fangleader had as much, if not more, combat experience as he had himself, Kwitch took this suggestion and applied it.

@ Skaven HQ(behind foreward lines, but in front of the first lines)
The ruddy warren made up the HQ, inside was a large hole that had line of sight to the factory. Kwitch was the only one inside, everyone outside was getting into formations, gathering ammunition and other activities. Kwitch was watching almost everything else, "Bullet holes, bodies, industrial zones.... My god its beautiful".

This moment of happiness was quickly ended as the fangleader entered.
"Comrade Rattissar, everyone is in position, they are simply waiting for your order"

"Thank you Comrade, if this is to be our end, than that will suck"
The fangleader grinned at that comment.
"Now, go and take command of the left flank, warlock engineer Skully is on the right"

"Yes comrade rattissar" With that, the black armored skaven left with a brisk salute.

Kwitch was quick to follow, but went to the rear of the skaven forces. All the skaven eyes were on him, the crimson sun shining on him like gore, it too painted the factory with the blood red.
"Comrades, brothers in arms, this is it, victory will be ours today, not one enemy will be in your way, for we shall inherit" This was met with a great cheer that was followed by a hush as he pointed at the factory, "Now, FOR THE HORNED RAT, LET NOT ONE ESCAPE THEIR DEATH"

The roar of the skaven running and screaming spread like dominos, going to the left and right, As the skaven charged, the center was in the lead, forming the arrow.

Everywhere, AKs were firing, Panzerfaust 3s let off their explosive devices, and the tanks were all rumbling foreward, many firing off their main cannons. Everywhere gunfire ensued...

OOC: Not too good, but here it is 11:30 PM

OOC: Sorry for taking so long...Mum thieving the keyboard again.

IC: Hundred upon hundred of clawed feet thundered past Hauptsturmführer Siegfried. He lay beneath a ruined car, his UMP against his breastplate and his head down. The trooper beside him dragged his Panzerfaust forwards as a Skaven tank rumbled by.

"Hold your fire" whispered Siegfried, before activating his microbead "Siegfried to B Company, fire upon my command only"

A few minutes passed as the enemy surged towards Hershe's position. Massed fire erupted from the windows and rubble, the heavy rounds cutting through the lightly armoured Skaven troops. A thousand rounds filled the air within seconds as the ratmen fired, the occasional tank round drowning out the chatter of automatic weapons.

"B Company, OPEN FIRE!" yelled Siegfried, and rockets streaked towards the vulnerable rear of the Skaven vehicles, their high-explosive payloads detonating within the tanks and blowing them apart from the inside. The Skaven died in scores, unable to shelter from the endless rain of lead...

OOC: Sorry, I'm confused, did my IFVs run into the main Skaven army, Yes or No?

OOC: If they went on YOUR left, no they didn’t.
BTW, how many panzerfausts went off?

IC:
One revenant exploded, taking out 7 clanrats using it as shelter. One leopard was disabled, only for the crew to be gunned down as they climbed out. One leopard flipped over when the gasoline exploded, crushing 27 skaven and destroying a revenant. Three other leopard slewed to a halt, their rear a mass of burning metal and flesh. The revenants were luckier, clearly other nations tanks were good, and only another revenant was destroyed.

The machine guns cut down 4 platoons of clanrats, each of them numbered 50 soldiers. Everywhere they fell, but still they trampled forward, some picking up the dead and dying weapons and firing still at the enemy, their little hearts filled with hatred.

Kwitch seen this, and he was not worried, if things went sour, he would slip away, and take control of some other clan. Clearly the horned rat was watching over him.

OOC:
Casualties
3 out of 10 revenants
5 out of 12 leopards
107 Clanrats
167 Slaves
34 Stormvermin